Page 111 of Rock Bottom Girl

“Wow,” she said again.

My lips curved. “Am I crushing you?”

“You’re holding me on the surface of the planet because what we just did destroyed gravity,” she said.

“Do you have any idea what you’re saying?” I asked, nuzzling her hair. It smelled like vanilla and cinnamon. And I wondered if I’d ever be able to smell those scents again without going porn-star hard.

“Words are just bubbling up like lava. I have no control. Lipstick. Penalty kick. Casserole,” she said. Her hands found my hips, and she squeezed me there. I liked that, too. I wanted to fold her up in my arms, hold her tight against me. But we were crammed into my back seat. And I didn’t do shit like that.

“Do you usually have this effect on women?” she asked, giving a little laugh.

The laugh had her tightening around me again, and my cock stirred. It was a little too soon for Round Two, especially after that orgasm that had ripped through me and flayed me.

“Are you still hard?” she asked on a gasp.

“Getting there. Like I said, Mars. I don’t think one time is gonna be enough. And Ireallyhope you’re cool with that.”

I could feel her thinking, so I picked my head up to stare down at her. She was chewing her lip, considering.

I dropped a kiss on her mouth. It was supposed to be sweet and soft, but she opened her damn mouth for me, and my tongue was plundering like it was his job. Marley brought her knees up around my hips, drawing me in deeper.

“Baby, I need more. I want you in a bed. My bed.”

“Jake?” she whispered, tracing a finger over my jaw and then pressing it to my lips.

She was going to tell me I was a stallion. The best lover she’d ever had. That she’d fallen in love with me and was going to spend most of her waking hours naked with me. “Yeah, Mars?”

“Will you help me find my pants?”

I laughed at my own stupidity, and she grinned up at me.

God, she was beautiful. Her brown eyes were warm and heavy. Her hair was a freaking mess. And the smile that played on her swollen, abused lips was angelic. I so wasn’t done with her. With us.

“If I help you find your pants, will you come home with me?”

She nodded, and that sweet smile did something weird to my chest region. It felt warm. Like heartburn, only nice.

We fumbled for clothes in the dark.

“I can’t believe we had sex in a back seat in a field,” Marley scoffed as she worked her way back into her jeans.

“I’ll make it up to you on a nice king-size,” I promised.

“Oh, are you talking about your dick?” she teased.

Well, fuck me sideways. I was in love.

I stared at her as she wiggled into her sweater. When her head popped through the hole, her hair was standing up in all directions. Her makeup was smudged, and she was happier than I’d ever seen her. I did the only thing I could do. I tumbled off my bachelor pedestal face-first, hitting every step on the way down. This was going to be a freaking disaster.

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I probably should’ve triedto pump the brakes, not maul her on my front porch. But Marley was irresistible, and I was powerless. All I knew was that my cock wanted to be buried inside her again—lasting longer than ten minutes this time, thank you very much—and that I wanted to wake up to that sweet, sleepy smile.

“Text your mom,” I insisted, raining kisses down her throat. I had to pull back, careful not to leave any marks. I wasn’t a seventeen-year-old hornball with no finesse. No, I was a nearly thirty-nine-year-old hornball with decent skills. And more self-control than I was displaying currently. “Tell her you’re not coming home tonight.”

“Okay,” she breathed. “Let me find my phone.”

She dug for it with one hand while cupping my aching hard-on through my jeans with the other.